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  • INTRODUCTION

    👋 What's up, worlds? Y'all can call me CD!
    Welcome to my page! I'm a 27 y/o. lady from southeastern USA with too many concepts and not enough emojis, and I've been creating for over ten years. I consider myself an advanced-lit writer with a penchant for letting things age like wine, and I'm seeking partners with a similar skillset!

    🤔 What am I looking for in a general sense?
    Friendship! Headcanons! Rapidfire! I'm the kind of gal that needs a personal connection to stay invested - mood boards, song playlists, character gushing - all that fun jazz. If you feel the same way, consider approaching me with your wants and needs. I'm always happy to hear them out!

    👀 What am I looking for in a partner sense?
    Aliens! Cryptids! Supers! I have a preference for established characters with good or neutral alignments, but I'm open to more devious ones willing to work with the cast and crew. Most of my things are multiverse-friendly, so if you want to bring one of your own in, we can find a way!

  • ROMANCE & NSFW

    💕 What is my stance on romance and NSFW?
    Character romances can absolutely happen! However, they must be the result of a slow-burn with good chemistry. I'll only roleplay FxM or MxF romances with writers I get to know first, but I won't write explicit sexytimes. Please don't come to me for ERP or for the expectation of romance!

  • CONTACT INFO

    💬 Interested? Please send me a message!
    Include a little about yourself in your introduction! I'd also love to hear what may have caught your interest, as well as any characters you feel would be a good match. Once we hit it off, I might ask for some sample writing (you can find mine below). All good? Contact me when you're ready!
    Discord
    crystaldisc (preferred contact)
    		 Email
    crystaldiscscripts@gmail.com

  • PREFERNCES

    🔞 • 18+ partners
    • third-person
    • past-tense

  • YES, ALWAYS

    ✅ • supernatural
    • high fantasy
    • alien sci-fi

  • SURE, MAYBE

    ⚠️ • slice of life
    • historical
    • romance

  • NOPE, NEVER

    ⛔ • pregnancies
    • real parasites
    • sexual organs

  • PLOTS & PROMPTS

    📝 Find my plot hooks and story prompts here!

  • SAMPLE WRITING

    Under nightfall, it hunted. Like lightning, it struck. As the darkest day of the year crept further from its hole and upon man, so did the monsters that hid beneath its belly. Heavy footfalls echoed down the increasingly empty streets, followed by the rush of crisp autumnal winds carrying the faint chorus of thunder. Some would've called it ominous. The man known as Harrison Graves, however, found it far more terrifying.

    Shallow gasps intermingled with a light pattering of rain, each of their steps sending an upheaval of grimy water, but dirtied boots were the least of his worries as his partner got snapped into the air like a ragdoll. Any pleas or screams she may have had lingering on the tip of her tongue were quickly silenced as a sickening splatter of crimson wetted the pavement.

    No time to care nor any inkling of pity for the woman was present. With an increased drive to survive, the man rushed past a fallen street light, which had the unfortunate effect of leaving whatever followed in the dark, its winged shadow beating furiously for blood.

    Up ahead lied an abandoned fishery – the designated safehouse for his people (although he loathed to call them such) and their endeavors. “Iron!” the man blurted, arms flailing and seemingly insane as he made his approach. “It doesn’t like iron!”

    Fortunately, someone heard him. Unfortunately, they didn't listen. One of the guards, a boorish man of impressive size, slipped out from behind one of the old delivery garages. A war cry bellowed from his throat, loud enough to rival the excessive number of shots that cracked through the night at a near-invisible foe.

    Graves took this opportunity to dive inside the relative safety of the fishery just as his meathead friend laid his eyes on the last light he’d ever see. Neither tooth nor claw saw to his end, but rather a brilliant beam of lightning. Whoever he was mattered about as much as his smoldering remains did now.

    The lone survivor of the ordeal slumped against an old crate and clutched at his heart, chest heaving as he attempted to regain his bearings. As good luck would have it, he wasn’t alone. “Anyone got a brain cell left?!” Graves wheezed, eyeing the menagerie of allied faces – some of which were monstrous – between breaths. “I want every rusty nail and rod pulled out and shoved down that thing’s throat, and–!”

    Something of a coughing fit hacked its way up his throat – a testament to just how not-used to all this extraneous activity the man was. “–You!” he continued, pointing a finger at the odd woman out. “The boss seems to think you’re worth something, so let’s put that to good use. Bring it down,” he commanded.

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    Every night, she struggled. Most people dreamt of nonsense when they fell asleep. Some had nightmares. Others thrived. Azura, however, could never seem to stop fighting.

    Lightning shot through the cold, black sky like a scream in the dark, and where there was lightning, thunder sang not too far behind. Mangled cacti reached for the storming heavens, tempted by the empty promise of a rain that would never come. Be it of a dream or not, a dry storm in the desert was no place for a girl from an island.

    Somewhere in the near distance, the snarling of a large animal – mammalian, by the sounds of it – echoed between the winding canyon before being abruptly silenced with a sickening crack. That was okay, or so she thought.

    Azura hunted bigger game.

    The circumstances that led her to this dreamwalk didn’t so much matter as the damage caused by the creature that lurked within its space. Why it took an interest in stealing babies straight from the crib, she did not know – only that it needed to go away for good.

    Something akin to bug-like warbling grew louder to where the huntress stood in wait, carried on the faint winds of change along with the floating, ethereal specks that permeated the lower plane. With her bow drawn and back against the sandy cliff, barely did the archer breathe as she swiveled around the corner and took her aim, only to realize just how close the nightmarish thing was to her bluff.

    Barely did Azura even get the chance to process its features before it swung a webbed, talon-tipped hand at her face. The surprise alone was enough to scare even the hardiest of hunters, but to an apprentice dreamwalker, the sudden jolt brought her back to the waking world.

    A gasp intermingled with a slight yelp announced her awakening, the force of which would’ve likely sent her hurtling forward if it weren’t for the good graces of the seatbelt she’d been wearing. Immediately after reorienting her senses, she gingerly reached a hand to her cheek, annoyed to find that the wound, two light slash marks, had transferred over through the dream.

    “Shoot,” she swore – a crude word in an even more crude language. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could’ve been; the initial shock surprised her more than anything, and for a brief moment, Azura considered herself lucky that she had awoken in the seat of a co-pilot.

    Remembering why she was here of all places came easier than trying to swallow the fact that some animal got the jump on her. Capable of flying faster and higher than any dragon-people’s wings, the aircraft carried her and the coming aid in pursuit of someone who really shouldn’t have been as elusive as he was temperamental – Harrison Graves – and temperamental he was, having left shortly after a fallout between him and his ex-brother-in-law.

    More clouded yet happened to be the means through which these people managed to pin down the missing man, and their reasons for doing so. After one of their own was kind enough to explain it to her as if she were but five-years-old, clarity shone through the cracks in her brain like light on a stormy day. Apparently, he owed them something.

    Of course Graves owed them something. When did he not owe anyone anything? Why, he still owed her an entire half of a tuna salad hoagie as well as permanent safe passage to and from the nearby planes through the use of establishing an illicit arcane circle, but that was a little besides the point.

    While pondering this, red droplets began to dribble from her cheek and onto her lap. By instinct, Azura raised her hand, but paused; something as light as this wasn’t worth spending her healing energy on. “Captain?” she began. “It would be fair to assume this aircraft has first-aid, no?”

  • CURRENT STATUS

    • selectively RPing!
    • working part-time
    • two spring classes

  • ELECTIVE THINGS

    • calling via Discord
    • artists and meme'rs
    • TV and movie nights

  • OTHER HOBBIES

    • cycling and swimming
    • keeping bugs as pets
    • survival videogames